[luthienne]

Henry Dumas, Knees of a Natural Man: The Selected Poetry of Henry Dumas; “Sweet Wine of Rose”

[cowpokeprose]

Love isn’t a mountain meadow or a free running stream. It’s not natural like that. Not really. Love is a farmer’s field, growing flowers because you planted them. It’s a canal, carrying water only because you dug the ditches. Love isn’t made like the wild parts of the earth. It’s starts there sure. That’s passion for ya. But you can’t build a house on unleveled ground. And you can’t harvest what you’ve never planted.

[niimph]

“I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly,”

— Mary Oliver, from “Sleeping in the Forest”

[qoa]

[n0thing-hates-y0u]

[makkleyn]

[warmfuzzyphoto]

1991